Suits and suspenders - janto teacher au

Breaking news

A/N:
I'm so sorry I left it so long, I haven't been finding the time to write. I hope you don't mind my upload schedule being a bit all over the place at the moment, I'm trying to sort it out. This chapter also has headings for the characters because it's just easier for readers to understand when I'm writing about multiple different characters in different places. Hope you enjoy the chapter.
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Ianto
Ianto sat, sullen in the back of a taxi. He had his wallet and his phone. He shook slightly as the driver swerved precariously around a corner. The events of just an hour ago flashed before his eyes.

———— Flashback to the crash ————

He felt the car heating up and knew he had to get out. He unbuckled his seatbelt and prised his leg out from where it was trapped. He tried the battered door. It wouldn't open. He was mainly unharmed and, to his relief, could still clamber into the back seat. He tried the equally as battered back door and sighed with relief as it swung open, cold air rushing into his face. He half crawled, half fell from the vehicle onto the harsh concrete of the road. He clambered to his feet and stumbled away, unseen. From behind him came a sudden, loud bang like a large firework gone wrong as a heat and fire filled the air. There went his car.

He walked for what felt like miles on the edge of the busy road until he finally came to where there were houses and paths. He still needed to get home. Somehow, in his dazed state, his hand found his phone and wallet still safely in his pocket. He could get a taxi! Yes, that's what he'd do.

———— Back to ianto in the taxi ————

So here he sat, nearly home and feeling distinctly rattled. He watched the houses go by as each shop and road became more and more familiar until finally.... "alright mate this is it" the cabby announced as he pulled up outsourced Ianto's block of flats. Ianto pulled out his wallet as if he was on autopilot and pulling out a wad of notes, "keep the change" he mumbled as he dragged himself out of the taxi.

He sighed gratefully as he flopped onto his sofa. Almost immediately he fell asleep, he didn't even want to think about turning on the news as he usually did at this time. He didn't know why he ever watched the news really, they never showed anything that mattered.

Rhiannon
She switched channels to the news as she worked on dinner in the kitchen. She wasn't particularly interested in it but it provided some background noise. She glanced over to the screen as reporters showed a rather wrecked looking car. Apparently some guy had crashed into a truck of some sort and caused a pile up. "Poor sod" she muttered dryly as chopped onions.

"The owner of this car is presumed dead and is believed to be 27 year old, teacher, Ianto Jones. though police and paramedics can't be sure until a body is recovered from the site" the reporter announced. Rhi froze. No... no... NO! The life she was holding fell clattering to the floor as she let out a choked yell. Johnny, her husband, appeared in the doorway immediately "whats wrong?!" He exclaimed as Rhiannon reached for the remote, rewinding the tv and wincing as the sentence was repeated. "Why... why didn't I get a call why-" she rambled one obvious distress as johnny made his way across the room, pulling her close. As if on cue, the phone rang.

Tosh
She could hear the news blaring from the living room as she marked assignments at her kitchen table. She could hear snippets, it seemed someone had crashed their car. That was unfortunate. She wandered from her kitchen to her living room as they revealed the identity of the owner of the car. "Ianto Jones" the reporter clarified. Tosh's world spun. No... oh god no.

Owen
Owen rather liked the news. Well, he liked to see how much worse everyone else's life was compared to his. Today there'd been a car wreck, it really didn't look like anyone could survive that. Owen felt somewhat sorry for the family and friends of the guy who'd crashed his car but ... at least he wasn't the family or friend of this person. That would be highly unlikely. He raised his eyebrows as they revealed the name of the suspected deceased, they didn't normally do that... did they? "27 year old, teacher, Ianto Jones". Shit. Ianto.

Gwen
Rhys had shouted for gwen the moment it had happened. He'd been watching the news, as he always did and had learnt something rather disturbing. "Gwen... love... they think this guys dead and... well they think it's ianto jones a 27 year old teacher... you worked with him... right?". Gwen sank down onto the sofa. She never had known ianto that well... now she wished she had.

Jack
He watched the news with a bored expression. The news was boring. Life was boring. A crashed car caught his attention. The car was burnt and quite frankly a wreck but jack couldn't help thinking that he'd seen that car somewhere before. He hoped he didn't know the person. That was the last thing he needed. The owner of the car was presumed dead, jack made a sympathetic face at the screen. He shifted worriedly in his hospital bed when they revealed the owner was a 27 year old teacher, what if they'd worked with jack? Then the name was revealed. "NO!" Jack exclaimed thrashing against John as the man immediately jumped up to keep him still. Tear streamed down jack's face immediately as he struggled "no ... no not ianto! Please not ianto... anyone but is to please!" He babbled as nurses and doctors flooded the room upon hearing his distress.

John
John held jack as he sobbed. It was a shame, he thought, eyecandy was pretty. Somewhere, deep down, he suppressed guilt. He knew the only reason ianto was on that road was because he'd tried to come and visit jack. He knew ianto was been upset as the receptionist had told him how genuinely sad ianto had seemed. He shouldn't feel guilty though, he had jack.